The economics of unpaid internships are obvious. Employers are desperate for cheap work, and “free” is pretty cheap. Workers are desperate for, well, anything, and students and recent grads are willing to negotiate their wages down to zero. But the ethics aren’t so clear-cut. If unpaid internships are the key to better jobs and bigger salaries, should we be concerned about the millions of lower-class students who can’t afford to work for free?
Yesterday, I asked you to tell me your experiences and opinions about unpaid internships. Hundreds of you responded.
Over the next four years, people (meaning more New York-focused and -based people than anywhere else) will have to muddle through articles written by people who claim to be adult and free-thinking, rational, professional observers of political fact around the topic of who would be a better candidate in 2016: Hilary Clinton or Andrew Cuomo.
Now, for the 8% or so of you who live in the deepest nethers of New York, or toil in the ostensibly professional media, let me share with you a fact that 99% of all sentient Democrats already know: Hilary in a coma gets more votes than Cuomo. His own Dad won’t vote for him. Put that shit to bed, and write about how great it would be if he ran for mayor. It’s the only viable job he has left.
"Work is a drag and I slow-drift down a murky cataract of razor sharp doubt and sledge-hammer tedium. Lied so I could work from home today. Couldn’t stand to do the commute and sit around beating back the glaringly obvious pallor of Who The Fuck Cares that I surely display.
You have probably heard of the Ohio Cub Scout leader who was forced to resign for being a lesbian. My brother recently shared this with his 7-year-old son who, in addition to being in the Cub Scouts, has a friend with two lesbian moms which required its own explanation a couple years ago. Now, my enlightened nephew reacted to the latest news by telling my brother this: “Dad, we have two choices. Plan A: We ask the Cub Scouts to change their mind. Plan B: We quit.”
The New Aesthetic concerns itself with “an eruption of the digital into the physical.”
The New Aesthetic is moving out of its original discovery phase, and into a evangelical, podium-pounding phase.
The New Aesthetic has the “scenius” of London’s Silicon Roundabout to support it.
I must try to explain the New Aesthetic to a wondering mankind
The “New Aesthetic” is a native product of modern network culture.
The New Aesthetic is a “theory object” and a “shareable concept.”
The New Aesthetic is “collectively intelligent.”
It is rhizomatic,
It’s open-sourced, and triumph-of-amateurs.
Above all, the New Aesthetic is telling the truth.
It’s the news, and it’s the truth.
the New Aesthetic is culturally agnostic.
The New Aesthetic is comprehensible.
The New Aesthetic carries a severe, involved air of Pynchonian erudition.
It’s temporal rather than atemporal.
The New Aesthetic is very hands-on, immediate, grainy and evidence-based.
Its core is a catalogue of visible glitches in the here-and-now, for the here and for the now.
It requires close attention.
The New Aesthetic is inherently modish
The New Aesthetic is constructive.
It’s built by and for working creatives.
It is generational.
It is a fresh and different thing.
It’s an avant-garde,
the New Aesthetic is a gaudy, network-assembled heap.
It assails critics like Walter Benjamin, rather than Walter Benjamin’s hapless artists.
The New Aesthetic is a rather old, and hearteningly traditional, story about a regional, generational cluster of creative people who are perceiving important stuff that other, older, and dumber people don’t get quite yet.
It’s a typical avant-garde art movement that has arisen within a modern network society
It’s a lure and a snare.
The true problem with the New Aesthetic is that it truly is a new aesthetic.
It has to become one, even if it doesn’t much want to be one.
The New Aesthetic is gooey all over with noosphere sauce.
The New Aesthetic is a genuine aesthetic movement with a weak aesthetic metaphysics.
It’s not their fault.
It’s our fault for pretending otherwise, for fooling ourselves, for projecting our own qualities onto phenomena that we built, that are very interesting to us, but not at all like us.
The New Aesthetic dusts off the Turing Test in a new Super Mario robot-vision guise, but it can’t get away with that attention-compelling metaphysical maneuver.
So the New Aesthetic is really a design-fiction, it’s a postulated creative position.
it’s a hoax, a put-on.
CERN built it, we live it now.
It was exciting because it touched something new, true and real.
the New Aesthetic is trying to hack a modern aesthetic, instead of thinking hard enough and working hard enough to build one.
That is my thesis; that’s why I think this matters.
I’ve noticed an uptick over the past couple weeks/months of parrying all criticism with the riposte “Troll.” It’s apparently pretty effective because no one wants to have to defend their case. All dissent is not equivalent to race mongering on Twitter because a hockey player has the temerity to be black. Think white exceptionalism degrades the quality of journalism everywhere? Troll. Complain about it? Troll. Point out that a link in someone’s global nav is broke? Troll.
It works surprisingly well because the internet is a giant Montessori class where everyone is patted on the head for showing up and doing it wrong. I’m actually excited about the day, which has got to be real soon, when someone acknowledges that a thoughtful, well composed argument is dismissed as trolling simply because the gesture of willing to think in opposition squashes someone’s Gallitin flower of specialness, and everyone nods sagely in agreement: how dare they be right?
With its white wainscoting and nautical paraphernalia, the room affects the look of some old dockside haunt. The menu follows suit, and is comprised mostly of no-fuss classics like fried oysters, skate wing, and steamers. The lobster rolls and clam rolls, made with nostalgia-tinged Sunbeam bread, are piled high with fish. There’s an unpretentious raw bar, craft beers, a small but well-chosen wine list. The predictable is leavened with notes of idiosyncrasy: a pea-shoot-and-watermelon-radish salad provides just the right edge of tartness to the greasier offerings, as does a beautifully balanced pickle garnish—sweet with a little chile—that accompanies several dishes.
Littleneck, our favorite restaurant, reviewed in The New Yorker.
Lilith Fund is only a few days away from ending their bowl-a-thon fundraising campaign. And they are a couple thousand dollars short of reaching their goal of $25,000. Please donate if you can!
The local abortion fund here in Austin is called the Lilith Fund. They help fund abortions for low-income people who cannot afford the entire cost of an abortion (which normally runs from $430 and up).
Last year, they gave out the most money ever: $78,000. And yet they were only able to help 25% of the people who called. They had to tell 75% of the people who called in crisis, looking for help, that they couldn’t help them because there simply wasn’t enough money.
And this all comes on the heels of MAJOR funding cuts by the state of Texas to reproductive health care.
Lilith Fund is going to see and feel the implications of this. The people who search out Lilith Fund for help funding the abortions they need will increase.
While $5 may not seem like a lot to you, to a person in crisis trying desperately to get the abortion they need, it can be everything.
There are a number of absolutely excellent, important reasons why you should donate to the Lilith Fund Abortion Access Bowl-A-Thon Team, one of which is their team name’s reference to the Big Lebowski.
My guess is that conversations here will work much like those in real life. Say someone at a public event asks a difficult but intelligent question. You can refuse to answer. But everybody will see that you've refused. And you'll look like a dick.
Let’s start off with saying that nothing that Joe Muto has done in his quest to be the “Fox Mole” is even remotely justifiable on ethical or civil grounds. We can safely be dismissive of any argument on his behalf that he had a “reason” to do any of this. So, that’s out of the way.
Are none of you even slightly sketched out that a private organization was able to command a search warrant for reasons relating only to the breach of a contract? Every high school civics class (the ones that are paying attention, anyway) should be discussing this week why the warrant should have never happened, clearly. CLEARLY. THERE’S NO DEBATE! IT SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN ISSUED. Joe now has his $5,000 plus eleventy billion that the city is going to have to pay out to him in the fish-in-a-barrel lawsuit that he gets to fire back. Government thuggery precipitated by a corporate complaint! I’m in absolute fucking shock over here.
It’s not a surprise to me that News Corp. wanted this, or that a judge might have had any reason to be corrupt or stupid enough to sign off on it, or that the police felt empowered to carry it out. All of that makes sense to me. The thing is, each of those parties had more than sufficient knowledge and motivation to restrain themselves. If they actually nail Joe for something? Pyrrhic victory! And if they don’t? Worst bonehead civil action ever! Why would you blatantly and publicly piss on the Constitution and risk the whole kit and caboodle? Their public broadcasting licenses are at risk already! They’re:
In violation of license terms by having over 25% foreign ownership, news that came out in the past week
In the middle of a MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJOR criminal investigation for hacking voicemails as an organization-wide practice
One of their commentators just intentionally misquoted the President a couple of days ago
Are they insane? You’re going to push yourself closer to oblivion because you want to search the apartment of a fucking video producer who worked on nothing but topical fluff commentator bullshit? REAAAAAAAAAAAALLLYY?
SHUT IT ALL DOWN
(And by the way, if you think this is “no big deal”, you should seriously consider moving the fuck out of the United States of America to somewhere where you have the privilege of having your decisions made for you in exchange for your no-fucking-responsibility approach. YOU ARE NOT PULLING YOUR WEIGHT. GTFO.)
So I FB-posted an article about "Girls" that I thought was great, because it was like: "Hey, this is a TV show, let's settle down about its significance and its implications," and it immediately triggered a vicious, personal comments war between two people I do not know and who I don't think know each other, and the experience led me to an important revelation which I would like to share with you:
We should all turn off our televisions and close our laptops and go outside and move our limbs and play with each other and laugh and smooch and wrestle, because we are all going to be dead in what will seem like 45 minutes and we are going to stay that way until the end of an infinite number of forevers.